It sure does take some weird, but really nice coincidence for me to make another entry here.
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It's a quarter until four
My eyes are sore, not because i wept
I'm studying for tests that are left
Here's a confession:
I had no motivation
Complications from the past haunting
Pressures in the present mounting
Doubting if there's a future waiting
For me, or else, when will this hell end?
If only there's a break in this loop
Some hoop I need to make
to stop this slump of no escapes.
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But not all are frowns
Around me are clowns
Not because they look funny
They're just plain silly!
Like a candle with two wicks
But opposite that pane of joy
I see that pain; but I'll be coy
Because the last thing they want
Is to see a bitter runt.
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